A Monk Washes His Hair with Rejoice's "Rain Silk"

The wet spring rain has been falling hazily for several weeks. The breath of spring is so strong that it's almost moldy. This is a story about "Rains". All stories about rain start with love, It ends with love. Dark clouds break through the haze, Sunlight shines through the gray atmosphere filled with industrial gases. Excited youth boils in the blood, The surging passion is about to pass through the burst blood vessels, Diffused in the sweet and fishy air, Then flow, flow...